Kankan - Wicked lyrics

Yeah (Yeah) , yeah
Whole lot of fuckery, haha (Yeah! Yeah)

(Fft) You know I'm sipping on sizzurp (Yeah)
Look at my chain, it's a blizzard (Yeah)
Run up on me, see the blicky (Fft)
I got a baggie (Blatt)
He got shot down 'cause he flagging (Haha)
You run up on me, I'm blasting
II'm on the top, I'm the Black king
Huh, Kel Tec in my hand (Uh, okay)
I'm counting a band (Hm, Alright)
I'm fucking a fan (Hm, okay)
I think she a fan (Uh, okay)
I think she my bitch (Hm, alright)
She wan' be my bitch (Hm, okay)
She want that Versace (Hm, alright)
Told her, get her a job
Stick in my hand like the Wizard of Oz
Pushing the whip, middle finger to cops
Fucking his ho and she screaming to God
Clutching my pole, he get shot with the rod
Eatin' good hibachi evеry day
Run on the squad with the gang, see the K
Usеd to be pussy, you gangster today (Hm)

Ha, you niggas gangster behind some music
Play with my gang, you know I'm shooting
I'm taking off, rocket, no Houston
Sipping the lean, pouring the kill-shit
Look in my hand, it'll be a Kel Tec
This bitch annoying, you know I'm muting
These niggas broke, they steady milking
(Yeah)

These niggas broke, they steady milking
(Yeah)
We brought the FNs right in the building (Ha)
His ho annoying, she keep tryna kick it
(Yeah)
A-C-O-G scope, you know we ain't missing
I'm at the top
I don't fuck with these niggas (No)
My bitch, she toxic, yeah
She say she miss me (Yeah)
These niggas missing
They shooting at children (Ha)
Bro in the trap, he done seen him a million
(Yeah) 762, yeah, this shit get wicked
Them niggas broke
So you know they can't kick it
They wanna copy the wave, yeah, I get it
Nigga, free Will, yeah, you
Know he ain't missing, yeah
All of my niggas get to it, yeah
Fuck up that money, run through it, yeah
Fucking his ho, she ran through, huh
Nigga these hundreds still blue, yeah
Ayy, he not gang, we don't fuck with you
(Lame ass nigga)
Nigga, them dracos come in twos
I let all these lil' hoes choose (Yeah)
One wrong move, put his ass on the news (Ha)
Nigga, yeah, I'm on M-box blues (Yeah)
And I just fucked on his ho in the stu'
Chrome Hearts jeans, bitch
These ain't Trues (Yeah)

(Fft) You know I'm sipping on sizzurp (Yeah)
Look at my chain, it's a blizzard (Yeah)
Run up on me, see the blicky (Fft)
I got a baggie (Blatt)
He got shot down 'cause he flagging (Haha)
You run up on me, I'm blasting
II'm on the top, I'm the Black king
Huh, Kel Tec in my hand (Uh, okay)
I'm counting a band (Hm, Alright)
I'm fucking a fan (Hm, okay)
I think she a fan (Uh, okay)
I think she my bitch (Hm, alright)
She wan' be my bitch (Hm, okay)
She want that Versace (Hm, alright)
Told her, get her a job
Stick in my hand like the Wizard of Oz
Pushing the whip, middle finger to cops
Fucking his ho and she screaming to God
Clutching my pole, he get shot with the rod
Eatin' good hibachi every day
Run on the squad with the gang, see the K
Used to be pussy, you gangster today (Hm)